Whistler. He’s coming for you

– No, he hung up. – Sveta laughed, followed by the whole bus. Even Petka let out a laugh, but I don’t blame him, I look stupid myself.

– I was just remembering. – I gathered myself and took my eyes off Katya. There was a massacre in this camp in the eighties. Five pioneers were killed with an axe. Terrible place.

– Who killed them. – Petka perked up, he always likes such scary stories. Although he knew everything in advance, he loves to stir up interest.

– A fugitive jailer came to the camp. There used to be a prison nearby for special convicts with super powers.

– What is there now? – Light became curious. She’s cute when she’s not trying to be better than she is. And she always smells good, and now she is looking at me, smiling sweetly. I would love to talk to her when no one is watching. Even though she’s the mayor’s daughter, she doesn’t act like a superstar with me.

– There is no prison there now, it was closed two years ago. Lack of funding and some kind of emergency happened. It’s calm there now. I saw the video from the diggers, it’s empty there. – Everyone calmed down. So I continued. – Like this. This jailer was imprisoned for the murder of his family, saying that the dark forces from the darkness ordered him to do this. He made his way to the camp at night, changed from prison clothes into clothes that he found in the camp and.

And killed everyone? – Asked the witch Antonina Mikhailovna. Has she heard of this camp? Or maybe she just decided to make fun of me.

I read about it in an old newspaper, there is not a word about the murder in Birch Groves on the Internet. Someone did a good job of hiding it from everyone. This newspaper was kept secret in the city archives, I had to give two thousand to read it. The dear old woman librarian Svetla Semyonovna loved me and always brought something secret from the archive to read.

– No, he dressed up as a counselor and spent five days with them. With the pioneers that didn’t suspect anything until it was too late.

– And why weren’t they looking for him? – Asked Katya. She was terrified of this story and at the same time fascinated.

– No, in prison they thought that he had died, and they buried him alive. But he dug himself out of the grave and went to the camp. Then it was called «Eaglet».

– It’s all nonsense, he could not get out of the grave, or could he? – Svetka asked, after that all the guys looked at the leader Edik, he only raised his shoulders, he could not say that this was true, but to his credit he did not deny it.

– A person can do a lot when he is possessed by evil or has mental illness. The first days everything was fine. He played with the children and was very sociable, so the surviving pioneers said.

– I read in a book what it is, maybe. People can dig themselves out of the grave, although it is difficult. – Said the girl with the glasses in the corner. She was sitting alone. In appearance, my age, the face is too simple and uncomplicated, and you can hardly remember it. She studied in another class, was not friends with any of ours, but she wanted to go to the camp with us. Gray mouse, here is its exact description. But there are hunters for such simpletons. – Everyone can go much more than he thinks. We still know so little about our body and its capabilities.

– Again, our arrogant Olya spoke out. She can’t keep silent when she needs to. – Said the blonde, who was sitting next to Antonina Mikhailovna, her favorite Elsa, the best student in the class after me, her father is the director of the printing house. Such a beauty that thoughts were confused, looking at her. If you see her once, you will remember forever how they differed from each other. – And you’re all lying, they don’t write this in books.

– Do not say that Elsa about Olya, she is a smart girl and if she said that she read about it, then it’s true. – Said the witch teacher, adjusting her glasses and wrinkling her face, how stupid she looks when she does that. – And you, how do you know what they write in such books, you have never opened them in your life. You read only what is included in the school course.

We laughed, it’s always easier to laugh at another than to admit that you are also the same as them. But I read a lot of books. I don’t even know at what age, maybe always.

– Still, I don’t believe it. You’d better continue Victor, it’s interesting, even though everything is your invention, but you talk so interestingly. – Elsa smiled at me, my face turned red from such a smile. – Your voice calms me, maybe I’ll fall asleep. And that is a long road.

– After five days, everyone forgot that he was new. This is what he was waiting for. He performed a terrible ceremony at the cemetery, three kilometers from the pioneer camp, and killed the local dog «Silver». I don’t know if he managed to summon a dark entity, but he himself, taking an ax, cut down five pioneers, a leader and a director.

– According to your initial words, there was no counselor and director. – The girl Olya, the daughter of a well-known scientific chemist in narrow circles and his laboratory assistant, who is twenty years younger than him, looked shyly at me in glasses. And she’s pretty when she looks under her glasses. We must remember this Olya, a good fallback for me if Katya sends. You cannot always hope for success in everything. I’m not a fool. She is smart, which means you can provide such arguments that she will have nothing to cover them with.

– The leader was found the next day near the camp near one dug up grave. But then no one was buried there, who was buried there was never recognized. It’s a secret. I made a meaningful pause and continued. – The director was found in the lake.

Did they find the killer? – It became interesting to the witch, she did not often listen to me like that. Or she, knowing my answer, decided to scare everyone, she loves when she is afraid.

– Not. That’s where all the salt is. They searched for him for two weeks, but they never found him. The article says that local residents from neighboring villages say that at night he wanders around the camp in search of his victims and whistles. Therefore, journalists called him a maniac «Whistler». Here is the story of the camp we are going to.

What kind of stupid name is that?

– Light do not say that, I read in the newspaper that he walked around the camp and whistled, that’s what they called it. He was also called «Ripper» and «Lumberjack», but I like «Whistler» better. And the worst thing is that he buried all the pioneers and they never found him. He may still be alive and wandering around this camp.

The cemetery is scary. Why is it near the pioneer camp? – Katya was clearly afraid of such places. How cute. She even had an eyebrow twitching, you don’t often see her like that.

– The cemetery is specially made for those children who do not obey adults. The teacher laughed. She’s so cheerful when she’s not at work. Even began to respect her more. But it wasn’t long. – Just kidding, of course, you were told that they were built for the prison. You didn’t think that the state would bury all sorts of garbage next to worthy people like you or me.

Knowing how people are judged in our country, it’s stupid to talk like that. But she was not smart, our witch teacher. I exchanged glances with Petka, he thought she was crazy, even showed a sign. I involuntarily laughed. We heard everything.

– I see our Viktorchik funny. He always reacts inappropriately to death and everything connected with it. He seems to be laughing at her. – The witch made an ominous face, as she did when she gave me deuces. «Death may laugh at you one day. And maybe it will be very soon.

I was afraid of her words, I swallowed a lump in my throat. She can scare when she wants to. I don’t know where this anger comes from in her, maybe it has developed over the years of working with children. We can be very capricious, well, at least the others are not me and Petka, we are two angels.

The leader was fed up with it all. Although he is frail in appearance, he does not have unlimited patience.

– Enough about that. We are going to a fun summer camp to relax and have fun. The past of this place should not worry you. You are still children and do not understand much in life. I need this job to pay off my debts, I won’t let you get in my way. I still have to pay for my studies at the institute.

For a moment, his eyes turned red. I did not like it. He is not a simple counselor, as he wants to seem. But who is he? Fantasy was already drawing intricate pictures of who he could be. Children have a vivid imagination, and I knew it, although I considered myself quite an adult. But to overcome the last barrier on this path, I need only one thing, and this is what I want to get this summer. I noticed that the bespectacled Olya was staring at me, looking with interest as I look at Katya, and she does not hide it. Here are the new perspectives, an inner voice told me, but I drowned it out and smiled at her. Her face flushed and she smiled at me. It is necessary that Katya be jealous, this is the best way for me to win her over, however, it is described in one book on seduction that I read specially before the trip. «You have to be ready for anything, son,» my adoptive father tells me, he is right as always.

– It’s good that you understand me. – The counselor was pleased that we were silent, he took it for a victory, I will not argue with him. His appearance was too formidable, not even a look, but an aura, I have not experienced this before. The air became heavy and smelled of burnt paper, it became hard to breathe. Something squeezed his throat, but then let go. – Now we will act according to the scenario of the trip. Did everyone understand me?

He glared at us menacingly, we nodded. No one wanted to argue with him, even the witch accepted his authority, for the first time I see this. She even puts our headmaster Pyotr Leonidovich in his place when he walks next to her or tries to speak. He himself complained to me about this, how he hired her on the basis of a personal letter from the governor. It was hard to see a sixty-year-old man who almost cried about this. But that’s his problem and I don’t feel sorry for him. All that worries me is Katka, although I knew that this is age-related, but you can’t argue with hormones and you can’t crush arguments, they will walk over you like a concrete rink and leave nothing from you that was before. Difficult stage of growing up.

Chapter 3 Hello Summer Horror Camp

Then the trip went according to Edik’s scenario. We sang songs about summer holidays, the counselor told jokes, we played cities. Of course, Petka and I were the last in the game, and when everyone got tired of our endless enumeration of small African cities to the two of us, they awarded the victory and gave us a chocolate bar, which we shared with the ladies. Of course, I’m with Katka, but Petka unexpectedly gave his Olya. Maybe she liked him. I don’t know, but she obviously doesn’t like him, although she didn’t frown openly, like other girls and accepted the gift. My friend has a very bad reputation among girls, all because of the case when he spied on them in the sports locker room from a tree. They caught him, then I managed to escape, still there was nothing to be seen. So they can’t stand it, although they communicate with me as if nothing had happened. Not caught, not a thief. Although there was nothing to see, although Katya has everything in place. That’s when he fell in love with her.

– Look at our camp! – Petka shouted, he always liked to stand out from the crowd, attracting attention, often this ruined him. When he realized that everyone was paying attention to him, he added. – Our camp, where «Whistler» goes at night. He will sneak up on you when you are sleeping and run away with his tail between his legs when he sees girls without makeup.

Everyone laughed. We understood that this was just a joke, the girls laughed because they thought they were joking about others, but not about them. Such is the psychology of the herd. Everything is worse than you, but you are a star.

The camp did not impress me. I drew more epic pictures in the back alleys of my mind, and here everything is not as I imagined. There are rows of nice little one-story houses, about ten, a lake with a river, a large administration house and a square for a fire and dances, a small one-meter statue of an angel boy with arrows in his hands and that’s it. How boring, but there is a forest nearby, where it is very convenient to hide and there are many secluded places for kisses, but I didn’t know with whom I would be there. But I hoped for a lot. Katya looked at me and smiled, she was happy and cheerful. My heart was beating like crazy. It’s good that I was able to pull myself together and smile back. I have plans. A friend poked me in the side, he likes to do that when I’m too busy thinking to answer.

– Victor don’t fly in the clouds, we have a lot to do. Have you forgotten what we talked about yesterday?

– Petya, how could I forget about your idea to call him and demand that one wish be fulfilled.

– Yes, grandfather gave me everything I need, medallions for protection and chalk that he found on the expedition and a book of spells that will lead him to us.

– Dal? – I asked doubtfully. Petka’s grandfather is the smallest old man Anatoly Viktorovich Kurochkin, an archaeologist. He has a whole collection of all sorts of rarities. He often showed them to us and told us a lot about how he found them, or received them on his expeditions. He has a whole museum at home and in the country. But he strictly ensures that we do not take anything. Grandpa knows that they are very dangerous in playful children’s hands, so he would not give them away just like that. I’m sure of it.

– Well, I didn’t give it away, I took it myself.

– That’s what I thought Petka. Your hands are slippery.

– There is such a thing. – He laughed. – He himself often says that all of his will be mine in time. So I took a little ahead. He won’t even notice, and at least we’ll have something to do in this boring camp. And then here the boredom of death or really decided to mess around in this camp.

I shook my head, I have a wish that I need to fulfill.

– But how, is the ghost of «Whistler» here? I said in a terrible voice.

– No, I have little hope for this bike. It was a long time ago, the ghost had already left. We need to call someone who will definitely come. And even more so, this is the ghost of a weakling who could not resist his mental deviations, you cannot agree with him.